My life is one big bass drum essentially one steady long note after steady long note each pounding incessantly at my head not in a cruel way not all the time but nonetheless pounding a solid unwavering tone that cannot be altered in general essence as a timp or a snare can and sometimes the drones come a malenky bit faster than usual thudthudthud as opposed to thud thud or if I get a malenky lethargic the tolchocks are more t h u d but nonetheless the tolchocks come and if I find activity that draws me away long enough the drone imitates more that of a mouse pianisspianissimo following further but if my ways come to be more runrun the drum deals manymighty tolchocks gallant and proud that are direct connections saying boohiss do not try and get away my love to which I holler back that I am just playing along momentarily with the rest of the band and I will be back soon beebeedee and I send appy polly logies for malenky traverses with mistertuba but care I must take for if I venture for a few threesixties beebeedee gives me a good smecking and the old onetwo to the noggandyarbles but I then of course get back on my steed and do a bit of mister martinellking and the nogg yells out revolve revolve progress and I am on for lunch for certain with beebeedee every day for a week at least and maybe two if I am not running crimson and then after such an episode of a week or so of twentyfive upsies and downers of my behaviour bond I tend to runrun free a bit but making sure to lead into the runrun with a malenky jog so as not to strain the old leggyweggs right away after all the goodgodness has been done to them as I would not want to be such an idjutandhypocrite by being an idjutandhypocrite myself now would I nonono so gradually I will slip back into a malenky bit of moloko and blackpantheraction at a peanutbutternoncrunchypaste pace and the conductor says such along the lines as the band will play on monkey like monkey so on goes beebeedee thud thud thud keeping track of time as he does then sometimes misterductor says beebeedee should try a beebeedee solo so off goes beebeedee in some odd sixtwelvecount onetwothreefourfivesix onetwothreefourfivesix and here I am feeling a malenky bit like old chriscolombus sailing the ocean blue in forteenninetytwo if I remember the old history I was never officially taught but more picked up from an old afternoon behind a box viddying some chipmunk cramsession with malenky theo rattling off emeyedubbelesseyedubbelesseyedubbelpee i so that he and al and foureyedsim can go to some swishswish funkatronik dreamworld typeplace or such but only if malenky theo makes the good grade and speaking of poor almostidjut malenky theo makes me think what it is like when bigbigbig beebeedee starts hammerandtolchocking my fragile malenky shouldywoulders saying it is all up to you malenky one which I remember is what an old industryboi named shay took to calling me by and always hurrahing hello malenky one and so true he spoke and so right he was that compact shayboi no matter how much else he drivelled for we malenky ones are just that we are ever so malenky and it often feels such like old beebeedee is hitting me on the noggandshoulders almost enough to give me charliemanson tendencies as gruesome as it sounds but thudthudthudthud can do that to you you viddy and if you do not viddy you should viddy and you should viddy as clear as an unmuddied lake as old alexboi would say and reiterate with such as clear as the azure blue sky or some other colour along those lines and mark me alex was a smart boi indeedy he was smart enough to know that not all need viddy what he was putting in their drinks in a matter of speak for if they knew what cards were being played and if they knew what fish they were going to catch then there would be no need for chaps to the likes of colombo or peedeebois not that there is much need for them anyway excepting that they make for good morningpaper corruption entertainment and so now I look at myself and what beebeedee has done to me and I say hellandbog there are lots of purplish smeckmarks all over me and quite a few lesions about the place too and old red has poured out a malenky bit over time but all this came about via interesting stuffsandgoingons and I swore by misslantern a malenky bit ago that I would never regret spending a single clamshell on any of it as long as I had not tolchocked anysuch with the intent to harm because my frieds and friends I have viddied malenky birds and hippopotamus lambs and enough raindrops to make it all worth my while and I have sucked it all in through my nostyrils and thrown it out of my mouthandrot and I have worked my nogg til I have thought old nogg might not even exist inside my shell any longer and I have runruned my malenky leggyweggs off in the name of masculin and féminin and I might have taken cuttermedosh and I might have drunked much redandwhite and I might have played for a team or two and I might have spake some tuesdaynight stuff but when seńor ductor tells beebeedee to cease tolchocking away at me I will be a malenky bit grrrish even if I am on the seventh plane.